jolie laide

jolie laide

I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.


I am working on a strange photo project, so pardon me while I cycle all kinds of not usual images through here on their way to some kind of transformation elsewhere. Although I am not un-fond of this.


Anonymous garda said...

what's the project?

2:23 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

It's a commission, so I don't know if I will like or get to re-use any of the images afterwards.

But this is my download portal right now, so all kinds of stuff has been floating by then disappearing and I thought I should explain myself.

2:50 PM  
Anonymous gardo said...

wow, commission, nice...
so what's an inflatable scream sound like? that's still looking for a punchine.

4:00 PM  
Blogger Dr. S said...

I *want* to be your guinea pig.

Hey, in 10 days I will be very near your turf...

11:35 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

hooray! near enough for walking and eating and looking together?

11:38 AM  
Anonymous guardado, topado said...

where will we take our conversation now that it's been bumped? or has it been bumped?

1:42 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

oh, I'm sorry, I did not mean to cause bumpage. I am, almost literally, ruminating. I have been thinking about calving season quite a bit the past two days.

You can always email me--there is an address attached to my profile...

2:42 PM  
Blogger VelVerb said...

Oh, I love this one. Tell us more about the commission.

9:30 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

the commission? Well, it's sort of like last year's being asked to shoot a bar's bathroom. except the art director is not trying to get into my pants. and there is a not-unnoticable amount of money involved.

it's wierd being asked to shoot stuff. I'm not a commercial photographer and I feel really diva-ish saying, uh, no, I don't shoot that way, I can't produce on that schedule, this is the only equipment I will use, no you can't have my stuff in perpetuity.

the a.d. is an absolutely charming sweetheart, and I am happy to have the opportunity to try to give him what he is looking for, I just can't do anything other than what I, well, what I do.

ps: gardo, the inflatable scream is now wearing a shower cap. we are all feeling very sorry for it. it is quite undignified.

5:51 PM  
Anonymous g[u/r]ido custodito said...

i like these faint patterns, showercap, bathroom, bar, diva, pants, ad's, perpetuity, scream. (back to gardo, grido, guido...)

there's still not a good response in my mind (part of the reason i took the thought out of circulation briefly) to the scream but now the shower cap may help.

how serial is the end product going to be?

how are the waves in your bucket?

8:43 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

well, the end product sounds like the client put the kibosh on it. or something...the AD is grinding his teeth over it... which is fine by me. I didn't really get anything out of it that I liked, except that someone else liked my stuff, which is swell.

I have managed to pull my head out of the bucket, and the waves have rather subsided, which is also swell. thank you for asking.

what are you seeing in those faint patterns?

8:47 PM  
Anonymous ce que custodito a dit said...

well, you see, you start with imagining a silver-green satin globe and someone who bites their nails.

they are turning the globe in their hands, running the gnarled skin at the tips of the fingers across the surface, along the seams. the pattern is first the sound this makes.

"Fingers are usually moved under conscious control."

you note the face focused in the distance, and find nothing when you follow its gaze. from time to time as the fingers cross their obstacles, the gaze shifts. the pattern is second the dance of the point of focus in the distance.

"With logs, compasses, clocks, but no sky"

over some time, you notice that our imaginary subject is softly humming a tune you can't quite place. it shifts as the hands cross their obstacles and the eyes dance in the distance, it distorts as you lean nearer. the pattern is third this song.

the pattern is fourth you imagining the curve of the satin globe as you remember the melody.

so, what am i seeing in the patterns?


was there a good-bad axis valuation of bucket weather?

9:42 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

I think you are seeing the beginning of a story. I wonder waht happens next.

And, as long as I don't do too much damage to myself or anyone else, there's no harm that comes from fear, and it can be rather illuminating. It has made me a bit tired, though.

6:18 PM  

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